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THE SOLDIERS’ BAKNER.
r me Soldier In Bis Tent.
BY MRS. M. W. STRATTON.
It’s Christmas ! merry Christmas I
Ob, dear mother, are you glad 1
I’m sorry night is coming,
b'uch a happy day I’ve had;
But I like this cheerful fire,
For its bitter cold without,
Now pile the wood on higher,
Till it throws a light about.
But, mother, what’s the matter ?
There is trouble in your eye,
For Willie’s lively chatter
You are giving but a sigh—
From my joy you are shrinking,
And your head is sadly bent.
Oh, Willie, I am thinking
Os the soldier in his tent.
< There’s for him no glowing fire,
And for him no downy bed,
For him no pleasant table
With the Christmass cheer is spread;
But coldly he is sleeping,
And perhaps with marching spent,
Oh, Willie I 1 am weeping
For the soldier in his tent,
But, mother, in the morning,
When the sun is shining bright,
And icicles adorning
Every leafless tree in sight —
Oh, that’s a chilling beauty,
For the homeless never meant,
The sentinel on duty.
Or the soldier injiis tent.
But, mother dear, they tell me
There is glory to be won,
And laurels to be gathered
When the fearful war is done;
They spoke in terms of triumph,
But 1 only know they meant
To promise something pretty
For the soldier in his tent.
It is a splendid story,
And it is a fearful strife,
But little of its glory
Lights the humble walk of life,
Though laurel wreaths are weaving,
Can ihey heal the bosom rent—
Soothe wife or mother grieving
For the soldier in his tent ?
For him no fire glowing,
And for him no downy bed,
His blood may be flowing
Midst the wounded and the dead;
Strange fears were o’er me creeping
On every day he went,
Oh, Willie, I am weeping
For the soldier in his tent.
But, mother, send him comforts,
Even from our scanty store,
And if it leaves us needy,
We will gladly work for more.
Oh, when some little pleasure
To the absent one is sent,
’Tis better far than weeping
For the soldier in his tent
A Scene after ilie Battle.
A writer in the “ American Messenger”
gives the following account of a death-bed
scene after the battle of Shiloh, in April
last:
It was a calm, mild night in April, and
the moon shone peacefully on the western
rivers and woods. Strange sights the stars
looked down upon that night; the sky was
blue and still, the forest trees in full leaf in
the beauty of spring; but the green earth
was crimsoned with blood, blackened with
the bodies of the dead, and for miles around
desolation and horror covered the land.—
There, at Pittsburg Landing, the fierce bat
tle. had raged. There was busy work, as
the labors of thousands of hands raised up
on the trampled sod more than four thous
and graves ; and there was yet busy work
to search woods and fields, and find the suf
fering and the wounded. A steamboat with
its land of willing helperslay by the shore
almost.ready to start, crowded with its pre
cious burden, when the command came to
prepare for fifty more. Hastily the guards
of the boat were arranged with beds, and
tarpardins spread around to screen from the
dews and chilly air of night.
In a deep ravine, fifty living men had
been found who for three days had lain, some
in delirium, some in a sleep of exhaustion,
all in hunger and thirst; those who were
conscious having given up all hope of be
ing found, and almost envying the quiet
rest of the dead around them.
It was the second night after the boat had ■
started for one of our western cities. Among
these last fifty men were two lieutenants,;
both of whom the surgeons pronounced fa
tally wounded.
It was evident to the kind ladies who sat
by Lieut. M—, that he could scarcely
live throughout the night. He talked of
his home, ot his childhood, and of his moth
er. “1 have been a Universalist,” said he ;
but in terror, he added, “I feel God’s wrath
upon me now ; it is burning me ; throw me
from this bed ! Oh, my torturesof soul and
body. Can it help my wretched soul that
1 have died for my country ?” Then he be
gan to rave ot the wicked men who forced
this war upon the land, and pronounced the
most fearful curses upon their heads. The
lady who watched by him said, “Lieuten
ant M , your soul will soon be in the
presence of your God ; do not go with oaths
upon your lips.” With a look of despair
he turned his face from her. and gave one
piercing sigh. Tenderly she talked of Je
sus and the thief upon the cross ; there was
no reply. She looked again, but the curs
ing lips were fixed in the last bitter expres
sion ot woe. and the offers of merev had
fallen upon the ear of death.
Poor man ! So deluded as to imagine
he was dying for his country when he "was
thus suffering to gratify the 'lust of power
and of wealth in a fanatical party which
had violated the cardinal princples of the
•Constitution of his country, and. waged
this war to perpetuate their’usurpations".—
In his ravings, he. perhaps, little thought
that he was imprecating curses on the heads
of Lincoln, Seward and other leaders, in
whose service he sacrificed his life. Poor
man! His faith in Universalism could give
him no peace in the hour of death.
1 he writer contrasts this sad scene with
the death of another lieutenant, who was
mortally wounded in the same battle.
WS B 14 OO W BAHH BB *
“Oh, my sufferings,” he said ; “but my
Saviour suffered far more for me. Oh that
God would send to every soul the joy and
bliss He has granted to me.” Again and
again he begged those around him to love
his precious Saviour and commended them
all to God.
While his face was pale from the loss of
blood, it was serene and smiling, his eyes
beaming with love and peace. The deck of
that floating hospital was indeed the gate of
heaven. At last he spoke clearer and loud
er : “The grave is conferee?; thanks be to
God, who giveth us the victory through our
Lord Jesus Christ.”
The Christian soldier had “ fought the
good fight of faith,” and with his whole
armor on, had gone to the great Captain of
our salvation to receive his glorious crown.
Answer honestly to your own heart, like
which of the two lieutenants do you wish
Ito die ? M.
The Watchword.
In one of the great rock galleries of Gib
raltar two British soldiers had mounted
guard, one at each end of the vast tunnel.
One was a believing man, whose soul had
found rest upon the Rock of Ages, the oth
er was seeking rest but had not found it.
It was midnight, and these soldiers were
going their rounds, the one meditating on
the one which had brought peace to his soul,
the other darkly brooding over his own dis
quietudes and doubts. Suddenly an officer
passes, challenges the former, and demands
the watchword. “The precious blood of
Christ” called out the startled veteran, for
getting for a moment the password of the
night, and uttering unconciously the thought
which was at that moment filling his soul.
Next moment he corrected himself, and the
officer no doubt amazed passed on.
But the words he spoke had rung through
the gallery, and entered the ears of his fel
low-soldier at the other had like a message
from Heaven. It seemed as if an angel
had spoken, or rather as if God himself had
proclaimed the good news in that still hour.
“The precious blood of Christ.” Yes; that
was peace ! His troubled soul at rest.—
That midnight voice had spoken the good
news to him, and God had carried home the
message. “The precious blood of Christ,”
strange but blessed watchword, never to be
forgotten ! For many a day and year, it
would be the rejoicing of his heart,
T&cliance upon God.
Nothing is more evident in this war than
that those generals who put their trust in
God are the most fortunate and successful.
Almost every victory has been won under
the lead of generals who feared God, but
not man whilst almost every defeat has been
’ under gei erals who were not God honoring
[ and God-serving men. We know there
[ are some who think and assert that the Al
mighty lias nothing to do with this contest,
and that a wicked and profane general, if he
i be a brave man and a skilful officer, can ac
. complish as much as one of piety and rever
. ence. Facts do not sustain this opinion.—
We admit that no matter how pious a gen
eral may be, if he has no capacity and no
courage, he cannot be expected to win vic
tories ; but if other things be at all equal,
the general who trusts in God will always
prove more successful, as the history of this
war has thus far clearly demonstrated.
Lee and Jackson are the two great gen
erals of the war, by consent, and they are
the two men most remarkable for their reli
gious elevation. Beauregard, too, who we
are satisfied, is one of the great men of this
revolution, is a man who feels his depen
dence on an Almighty Power. We could
mention several other bright and shining
examples of men of this description. On
the contrary, where have we sustained a sig
nal defeat that a general, who was not no
toriously a profane swearer or a drunkard
was not highest in command ? We admit
that sometimes wicked men may gain vic
tories, but these are the exceptions and not
the general rule. Congress has passed an
act making drankenness among officers a
ground for their removal; and yet are
• there nothigh officers who get drunk and
I are not punished ? The Army Regulations
isays:
i Art. 3. “Any non-commissioned officer
lor soldier who shall use any profane oath
l or execration, shall incur the penalties ex
| pressed in the foregoing article ; and a com
missioned officer shall forfeit and pay for
• each and every offence, one dollar, to be ap
plied asin the preceding article.” (That is,
to the use of the sick.)
Now, if officers of high rank get drunk
.land use profane language, can they expect
[I am thing else from the privates; and is it
I right to punish private soldiers for follow
.lling the example set them by their officers?
I We have been struck by the remarks made
J by General Stuart in the latter part of his
.'report in reference to his expedition into
•Pennsylvania. He says:
, I “Belies ing that the hand of God was
J clearly manifested in the signal deliverance
-1 of my command from danger, and the
Jcrownii g success attending it, I ascribe to
. Him the praise, the honor and the glory.”
We are engaged in war with an enemy
. greatly superior to us in numbers and re
. sources, who are mad with rage and disap-
I I pointment. Our soldiers are fighting in a
just and holy cause and we must, it we de-
, sire success,put our trust in the Godot bat
, ties, whilst at the same time we use all the
. human means necessary to accomplish the
, great purpose for which we commenced this
.struggle.
I
The following dispatch occurs in the tel
1' egraphic column of the Louisville Journal:
J “New York. Dec. 18.—General French
r went into the battle with 3.000, and two
>, days after the battle, only 1,200 reported
to him. Total loss, 1,355.”
1 A writer in the Philadelphia Enquirer
s j places the Yankee loss in the Fredericks-
Iburg fight at 15,000.
[For Ths Baptist Bawnsr.}
Do You Pray ?
My fellow soldier, have you ever asked
yourself the question do I pray ? For fear
that there are some who have never done
so, J ask you now do you pray? let your
conscience answer. We are taught in the
Holy Book of God that before we can re
ceive any of the good gifts ot Heaven we
must humble ourselves; and the first mark
of humiliation recognized by the Almighty
is in bending the knee, and asking Him for
such things as are without the pale of hu
man power; after you have done this, then
comes the promise, “ ask, and it shall be
given you, seek and ye shall find, knock and
it shall be opened unto you.” Let the
prayer distinctly show forth these three
parts : ask God for the forgiveness of your
sins, then seek the love and grace of the Al
mighty, and lastly knock at the door of His
salvation, and the great mystery of pardon
and redemption will be made lucid and plain
to you. God is so comprehensive that ma
ny forget that it is “in him that they live
and move, and have their being;” and
therefore they forget their master until His
omnipotent hand is laid upon them, and
they know some irresistible power crush
es them ; then it is that the eye is open
ed, and the heart humbled before Him who
has no superior. The pain of affliction is of
ten a balm to the heart. Our minds will then
wander back to the time when we knelt at
our mother’s knee and rehearsed the Lord’s
prayer—even before we knew right from
i wrong. We are then forced to’ acknowledge
the manifest superiority of our Maker, and
I humbly implore His help, we lose sight of
sublunary objects, and our eye wanders
' up tb where the dazzling stream of living
light pours out from the golden city of our
'New Jerusalem; the mortal body holds us
•no longer, but the soul seeks the pools of
1 heavenly love, and bathes itself in the glo
‘, rious flood.
‘ Il is only through the medium of prayer
‘ that we receive good gifts from Heaven.—
1 Christ himself prayed, and is the servant bet
’ , ter than his Lord —if He felt that prayer
1 ’ was necessary to sustain Him in spite of His
' divine nature, how much more do we need
to pray, who are but frail and weak crea
’ tures of the dust ? We are commanded to
“pray always without ceasing,” we are al
so especially commanded to pray in secret.
‘ Through prayer our souls receive that nutri
tion from the Holy Spirit which clothes it in
that bright plumage which will make it
shine through all eternity ; and it is espe
i cially necessary for us to pray fervently,
i while our government is tottering upon its
base, and the blind Sampson of the North
• has his arms around its pillows and pray
ing for power to pull them down, and crush
our nation beneath the ruins of the great;
■ temple of liberty.
. God rides upon the wings of the wind,
“He yokes the whirlwind to His car
And sweeps the howling skies,”
; We need His power, we need His all-seeing
eye, we need Hisjwisdom. Let us then unite
our hearts in faithful prayer for the Almigh
ty to lend us strength to uphold the mighty
fabric of our government; His omnipotent
arm in the day of battle that victory may
surely perch upon our banners, and His bless
ed favor so that peace will soon crown our
efforts, and we may raise aloft to the gaze
of the astonished world the ensign of inde
pendence forever. Let us do this, my friends,
and not only will the astonished world own
our God, but the angels in Heaven will
rejoice over our redemption.
G. A. W.
There is a Saviour.
“ He shall send them a Saviour, and a great
one, and he shall deliver them.” —Isaiah, xix:
20.
Soldier, here is good news for thee.—
Good news from Heaven. There is a Sa-
' viour.
God has become man, that he may be
the Saviour of his sinful creatures. He
came into our world. He took our place.
He became a sacrifice for our sins. He
wrought a work, he offered a sacrifice on
the ground of which you may be saved. ,
No matter who you are, or what you are, ■
Jesus can save you. There are no limits
to the merits of his blood. There are no
exception in his invitations. He has love
enough to save. He has mercy enough to
deliver you from all your sins, and to justi
fy you completely and eternally in the |
sight of God.
He has power enough to subdue your in
iquities, to conquer your foes, and to ren-1
der you more thana conqueror. Jesus is
just suited to you, and you are just suited i
to Jesus. He can save you and render you ’
eternally happy; and you can glorify His j
'j grace and praise His most blessed name for-1
j I ever.
Jesus can get honor by saving you, and;
you can get an eternal salvation from Je •
’I sus. He sought the office of Saviour, and
' he obtained it. He was named Jesus, be
icause He came to save, and he has earned;
' the name.
Remember you need not perish, for there
is a Saviour; you will not perish, either be
cause Jesus was unable or unwilling to save;
you. He can save you without effort, he
will save you with joy, if you will go to I
Him.
He is God, and can save; He is God-;
L man. and will save. He says, “Look unto
me, and be saved, all ye ends of the earth,
for lam God, and there is none else. I,
even 1 am the Lord, and besides me there
. is no Saviour.”
“ Call His name Jesus, for he shall save
His people from their sins.”—Mat. 1 : 21.1
——
Beautiful Eulogium.
In a sermon delivered recently in Christ;
Church, Savannah, appears the following!
1 beautitul tribute to woman :
IFoman’x Heroism. * * * The atti
tude vi woman is sublime. Bearing all the;
sacrifices ot which I have just spoken, she
is moreover called upon to suffer in her as-
■ sections, to be wounded and smitten v here
she feels deepest and most enduringly.— i
I Man goes to the battlefield, but women
sends him there, even though her heart
strings tremble while she gives the farewell
kiss and the farewell blessing. Man is sup
ported by the necessity of movement, by
the excitement of action, by the hope of
honor, by the glory of conquest. Woman
remains at home to suffer, to bear the cruel
torture of suspense, to tremble when the
battle has been fought and the news of the
slaughter is flashing over the electric wire,
to know that defeat will cover her with dis
honor and her little ones with ruin, to learn
that the husband she doted upon, the son
whom she cherished in her bosom, and up
on whom she never let wind blow too rude
ly, the brother with whom she sported
through all her happy days of childhood,
the lover to whom her early vows were
plighted, has died upon some distant battle
; field, and lies a mangled corpse, unknown
and uncared for, never to be seen again,
i even in death 1 Oh ! those fearful lists of
■ the wounded and the dead I How careless
s ly we pass them over, unless our own lov-
I ed ones happen to be linked with them in
s military association, and yet each name in
that roll of slaughter carries a fatal pang to
■ some woman’s heart —some noble devoted
• woman’s heart. But she bears it all, and
' bows submissively to the stroke. He
died for tlriS cause. He perished for his
country. I would not have it otherwise,
-•but I should like to have given the dying
i I boy my blessing, the expiring husband my
last kiss of affection, the bleeding lover the
1 comfort of knowing that 1 kneeled beside
him.
i The Palmyra Massacre.
; We find the following in the London
' Times, of the 14th ult., the following scath
i ing denunciation ot the late foul massacre
’ ol ten Confederate prisoners at Palmyra,
I Missouri, by order of Gen. McNeil :
| War is a horrible scourge, but it is not
' ; in the heat of the conflict that its horror be
comes impressed on the mind of the brave
i man. In the wild excitement of that hour
; there is no place for pity. We are always
told that it is after the battle, and when
standing among the dying and the wounded,
that the great reaction comes. It is then
that fierce warriors become merciful and
I that deadly enemies take on themselves the
; offices of good Samaritans. The dreadful
I duty of slaughter is zealously performed
i even by the best men when their hand is
in and their blood is up ; but to kill in cold
; blood, and take the lives of unresisting men;
to put to death captives who have surren
; dered on promise of quarter —this is the
most fearful necessity which could fall up-|
lon a soldier, and if not a necessity, it is the
'most fiendish crime chat can be perpetrated
by a cowardly and cruel nature.
The account we 'publish to-day of the
I massacre of ten Confederate prisoners of
war at Palmyra, in Missouri, will be read
I with a shudder all over Christendom. Gen.
' McNeil has earned for himself a place among
the monsters who shed blood lovingly.—
We need not recount here the details of this
sickening tragedy. The cool, deliberate se
lection of ten victims—all, as we should
judge from their names, native Americans
—the parading them with their coffins be-
I side them; the slow and lengthened pro
fession to the distant place of slaughter ;
I the drawing up of the firing party ; the par
tially ineffectual fire, and the general finish
of the massacre with revolvers—all this is
told, without sympathy or censure, by a
friend of the assassins ; but the facts them
selves will command the interest of every
reader. And what had these poor men
done ? How had they forfeited their right
to be treated as prisoners of war? In what
way had they sinned against that military
code, which alone preserves the contests of
men ’from becoming worst than the con
tests of wild beasts ? Had they conspired
to overpower their captors, or had they con
trived an escape ? Nothing of the sort is
alleged against them. Palmyra, where this
atrocity was done, can scarcely be said to
be in danger. It is situated near the bank
of the Upper Mississippi, where the Feder-!
j eral gunboats are all powerful. It had,’
however, been for a short time in the pos
session of the Confederates, and had re
cently been recovered by Gen. McNiel. It
was then discovered that a man named z\n
drew Allsman had disappeared during the
time of the Confederate occupation, it is not
!suggested that he had been killed. He may
' have been carried away as a prisoner of
war; he may have fled awav of his own
‘free will; all that is known of him is, that
|he was not at his former home. This un
explained absence of one ind ■ idual formed
; the excuse of Gen. McNic! fi-r murdering
in cold blood ten of the pri-oners in his
[hands —men who had no’.king to do with
'Allsman, and who were, in all probability,
■ captives at the time Allsman left Palmyra.
1 It was a deliberate, wh! considered act of
! military murder, carried out with all the
forms of a military execution.
Who are “Price’s Men ?”—This expres
sion is frequently employed without any
• definite meaning. It should be known that
| Major-General Price, as the commander of
a division, or of a department, for the time,
has had in his command troops from Arkan
•as, Mississippi, Texas, Louisiana and Ten
inessee, as well as the Mi>souri troops. —
j For the drill and discipline of those troops,
except the Missouri troops, he would not
properly be held responsible. At a recent
j review by General Pemberton, it was the
concurrent declaration by th? reviewing of
ficers, that no troops in the West, or in the
East, in the provisional army, or in the old j
: I nited State? regular service, have ever ex-
I hibited more perfect and beautiful drill and
military order than the Missouri troops. —
!These veteran soldiers never falter in bat
tle, they are never whipped ! They do not
seek sick furloughs. They do not straggle.
I When batteries are to be taken, they take
them! When an enemy is to be routed,
. they charge him with a shout of defiance.
They have met the foe on fifty battle fields,
i They may be killed, but they cannot be
conquered ! These are “Price’s men.”—
Mississippian.
The Piety of the Confederates.
A Baltimore correspondent writing to
the London Index, says :
But before I close 1 must tell you of the
beautiful humility and heroic piety which
seemed to pervade the hearts of all the
Confederates 1 saw. 1 have never seen a
strong religious sentiment sogenerally prev
alent as I find it among them. Os twenty
, men with whom I conversed one afternoon,
. seventeen were professors of religion, and
. the eighteenth said he was a man of prayer,
and looked to God as his protector, A
, plain, unlettered Georgia boy said : “In all
; my intercourse with these Yankees 1 have
. never heard them allude once to what God
j can do. They talk about what twenty
, millions of men can do, and what hundreds
f of millions of money can do; but they
. leave God out of the calculation altogether;
. but, sir, the Lord is our trust, and he will
! be our defence.”
, The Rev. was with me during a
, part of my tour. He was asked on one
I occasian to It ad in prayer, in a barn filled
i with wounded near Sharpsburg. After a
, season of the most solemn and affecting de
. votion, a young man called the reverened
gentleman to his side and said ; “I am d>-
[ ing, sir ; but I am not afraid to die, for I
hope to go to heaven. Nor am I sorry
, that I have been slain in battle, for I would
, willingly sacrifice a dozen lives for such a
cause as we are fighting for.”
Time and again I heard the 124th Psalm
quoted : “ If it had not been the Lord who
was on our side, when men rose up against
us, then they had swallowed us up quick,
. when their wrath was kindled against us. —
Blessed be the Lord who hath not given us
as a prey to their teeth. Our help is in
the name of the Lord, who made heaven
and earth.”
I They are not given to vaunting themselves
. j—there is nothing at all of the spirit of
, i bravado about them ; and so far from man
lifesting a ferocious disposition, they very
i frankly confess they are tired of the war ;
but at the same time they are animated
with a determined resolution that, God
helping them, the will never be subjugated.
When one of them was asked if he did not
fear that the prodigious army now organi
zing against them would utterly overwhelm
them, he replied that, “ with God above,
and General Lee at their head, they did not
fear what man could do.”
History, sir, furnishes no legends more
touching and glorious than are exhibited in
the sacrifices and endurance of theSonthern
people. Such a people merit the admira
tion of the world, and deserve to achieve
their independence.
Pardon me.for ssying so much, but inci
dent after incident arose in my mind, and
so clamored for relation that I could not
sooner stop.
Georgia Railroad & Banking Co
Augusta to Atlanta. .. .171 Miles. .. .Fare $5 50
GEORGE YONGE, Superintendent.
Morning Passenger Train.
(SUNDAYS EXCEPTED.)
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’ Arrive at Augusta at 5 04 P. M
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Arrive at Augusta at 5 30 A. M
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CHANGE OF SCHEDULE.
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This train connects with Central, S outh-western
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Western & Atlantic (State) Railroad.
. Atlanta to Chattanooga, 188 Miles—Fare,...ls.
JOHN 8. ROWLAND, Superintend'-nt.
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Arrive at West Point - - - - 11.22, A. M.
Leaves West Point ... - 2.00, P. M.
Arrives at Atlanta .... 6.45, P. M.
This Road connects with the Montgomery and
West Point Road at West Point.
Al! Baptist ministers and others, in the
Confederate States, friendly to our paper,
are requested to act as Agents.